Unending unique mystery

So many variations

The poor African boy

No water

No food

No nothing

The rich American girl

Excess water

Excess food

Excess everything

And which one is just?

So many theories

Countless philosophers

There is a God

There is no God

There are many Gods

And who is right?

Is it all even real?

Or simply a dream?

Is death not our wake?

Into the real world

Was this not nightmare?

Or fantasy?

The End

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